naruto-story Chapter 144 How did Lu Yuan come up with this idea?
Chapter 144 How did Lu Yuan come up with this idea?
That night.
The garment factory had already closed for the day; the daytime hustle and bustle and energy were completely swallowed up by the night, and the factory area fell into silence.
However, Dad's office was still brightly lit, and he showed no signs of sleepiness.
On a sweltering summer night, the air conditioner seemed to have stopped working, with only an old ceiling fan creaking and groaning overhead, stirring up the stuffy air in the room.
"Hey, Lao Wang... that fashion designer I asked you to find a few days ago? Can't find her?... Okay, okay, I understand."
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"Hey, Lao Li... you can't do anything about it either?... Okay, no problem, I'll think of something else."
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Dad held the receiver, dialing those numbers he knew by heart over and over again, but after searching through all his connections, he couldn't even find a suitable designer.
In this era, Jiangcheng's garment industry is ultimately too backward to attract any high-end talent.
At this critical juncture, finding a few truly skilled designers is simply a pipe dream, an impossible task.
"Why!"
Dad sighed heavily, reluctantly pushed back his chair, and stood up.
He rubbed his throbbing temples, pacing back and forth in the cramped office, his back view revealing an indescribable weariness and anxiety.
The already sweltering weather was now even more unbearable.
Before he knew it, his shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back.
His mind was racing, frantically trying to figure out how to break free from this deadly situation.
Buy design blueprints from a large garment factory?
They might not have it, and even if they did, they might not be willing to sell it.
But just waiting around isn't a solution either.
Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed it was Lu's mother.
My dad was very annoyed and instinctively didn't want to answer the phone.
But thinking of his beloved wife, he took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and answered the phone, his voice filled with exhaustion: "Hello, what's wrong?"
"When are you coming home for dinner?" My mother's voice sounded a little down on the other end of the phone. "A-Yuan and Yi-Xian went out to relax tonight and haven't come back. You're not coming home for dinner either, leaving me all alone at the empty table. It's so lonely."
"I'll be back later," Dad replied helplessly.
At the same time, a deep sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
After all, Lu Yuan was his only son. Even if he made a mistake, it was really too much for him to scold him so harshly in front of so many people today.
This gave him an even bigger headache.
Based on his understanding of Lu Yuan, this scolding would likely cause the father and son to drift apart for quite some time.
"Old Lu, there's never enough work," Mom said earnestly on the phone. "Maybe our family isn't destined to earn tens of millions. Just focus on making a modest living, enough for the family's basic needs. Don't you agree?"
"Perhaps."
Although he was extremely unwilling, Dad had no choice but to bow to reality in the face of his predicament.
He leaned wearily against his desk, remained silent for a long time, then raised his hand to rub his sore eyes, deciding to call it a day and go home first.
But the moment he looked up, his gaze suddenly fell on a sticky note pressed against the corner of the table. He paused, then looked closely and saw that the handwriting was actually left by Lu Yuan.
After reading the contents of the note, Dad was shocked and his gaze suddenly turned to the heavy file bag next to him.
Lu Yuan said that these are clothing design drawings, which can be used to win over that picky clothing merchant.
The moment he picked up the file folder, Dad couldn't help but shake his head and give a bitter laugh: "Sigh! It seems the Lu family is truly at its wit's end. How could I have believed my own son could design clothes?"
No one knows a son better than his father. Lu Yuan has indeed changed and improved during this period, but to say that he can independently complete a clothing design is simply a pipe dream.
But now, he has no other choice.
Regardless, this is the result of my son's hard work, which he put in all night to draw.
Even knowing it's probably useless, he still has to take a look. Even if it's just to find a tiny, insignificant good point to praise, he doesn't want to hurt the child's feelings.
Dad took a deep breath, opened the file bag, and pulled out a thick stack of design drawings.
When I first saw the top image, my dad nodded slightly.
It's not bad; the colors and lines are passable.
But he knew in his heart that the renderings were just a few concept drawings, which anyone who had studied art could draw, and were far from the actual fashion designs that could be put into production.
While renderings are important, the pattern structure is the soul of clothing. Without a complete pattern drawing, even the most beautiful drawing cannot be turned into a finished garment.
Thinking this, Dad flipped to the next page, expecting it to be another rendering.
But the next second, he froze completely. He hadn't expected the second image to be the same pattern design as the first one!
"When did Ah Yuan learn about clothing patterns?"
He stared wide-eyed, examining the object with disbelief.
To his astonishment, the pattern drawing was extremely detailed, perfectly breaking down the three-dimensional structure in the rendering into flat cut pieces.
As long as you cut according to the data marked above, you can definitely make the clothes!
Turn it over again! Look at it again!
Dad completely lost his composure.
These drawings are so complete! Although he is not a designer, he has been working in the garment manufacturing industry for most of his life. Even if he has never been to the industry, he has seen it all and can tell the value of these drawings at a glance.
slam-la-
He strode to the large workbench next to him, swept his arm across the table, and pushed all the clutter aside to make room for carefully laying out the design drawings one by one.
The more he looked, the more rapid his breathing became, and the brighter his eyes grew.
"These designs... they're really impressive," he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the drawings as if trying to see right through them. "How on earth did A-Yuan come up with these?"
Although it is still a little rough around the edges in handling some details, it is absolutely an outstanding design!
Not only is the structure rigorous, but the design is also highly unique, resulting in a stunning effect.
My dad was so excited he was trembling, but he forced himself to calm down.
There is no room for carelessness in business; he must verify things personally.
He immediately found some parchment paper and scissors, and began to draw and cut according to the data on Lu Yuan's pattern.
He used all his knowledge to create a life-size replica as quickly as possible.
Before long, a "sample garment" made of kraft paper and pins was firmly fixed to the mannequin.
Although kraft paper has limited expressive power, the three-dimensional tailoring effect presented by the mannequin is still stunning and captivating.
"This...is unbelievable!"
My dad was covered in sweat, and his breathing had become heavy, but he didn't care at all.
At that moment, he was overwhelmed with immense surprise and ecstasy, and could not control his emotions at all.
He had been suppressing his feelings for far too long.
He experienced countless times of being at his wit's end, and tasted the bitterness and despair of begging.
Thinking about the failures and grievances of this period, about the garment factory that she had built up step by step, and about the harsh scolding she had given her son during the day...
Dad's vision finally blurred. Hot tears streamed silently down his weathered face.